You'd think I'd be able to post a little bit more since I'm on maternity leave, but no dice. I have great intentions, but then I get side tracked with the cuteness that is Hayes and the next thing I know, I need to get dinner on the table and feed my family. They're high maintenance like that.
Speaking of sleep...the boy LOVES to sleep. His poses crack me up.
Is it me, or is he growing up too fast? I swear he's already ready for high school. Excuse me while I go drink a glass of wine and sing Memories.
Weight Loss
This isn't anything I really want to remember, but I'm hoping that misery loves company. I'm now 10 weeks postpartum and have about 10 pounds left to lose, well 15 if I'm being totally honest. Whoever said "the weight will just fall off if you breastfeed", didn't realize my love of the Chick-Fil-A sandwich.
Happy Two Months Sweet Boy! (Well on September 6th!)
Hayes is the most laid back baby. He only cries if he's hungry, needs a diaper change, or sleepy. I have enjoyed this sweet baby so much.
A few things that I want to make sure I remember:
The Hooter Hider
Hayes and I have had no problems with feeding. However, I have had major issues with the "hooter hider"! A hooter hider is just like what it sounds...a piece of fabric (picture an apron) to wear over you while you breast feed. The website states that, "Hooter Hiders bring fashion and function together to meet the needs of the modern, active nursing moms." Uh huh...
I admit that I'm more modest than your average person, so I intended to use the hooter hider even at home. That was until I realized that I could breast feed and I could wear the hooter hider, but I couldn't do both at the same time. I always ended up frazzled with the hooter hider thrown over one of my shoulders. James said I looked like a breast feeding super hero with a sissy cape.
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's...
The Wubbanub
Hayes loves his wubbanub. A wubbanub is a pacifier with a stuffed animal hooked on the end. My friend Christie gave it to us at the hospital and I'm afraid I may be creating an addict since it's the key to sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.
Oh it started innocently enough. The second night in the hospital, we were desperate for sleep so I stuck a HUGE pacifier in his mouth and since then, he'll only nap with his wubbanub.
Speaking of sleep...the boy LOVES to sleep. His poses crack me up.
Is it me, or is he growing up too fast? I swear he's already ready for high school. Excuse me while I go drink a glass of wine and sing Memories.
Weight Loss
This isn't anything I really want to remember, but I'm hoping that misery loves company. I'm now 10 weeks postpartum and have about 10 pounds left to lose, well 15 if I'm being totally honest. Whoever said "the weight will just fall off if you breastfeed", didn't realize my love of the Chick-Fil-A sandwich.
So I figured I have two options. Get pregnant again (read...continue to eat whatever I want) or get my diet back in order and my butt back to the gym.
So if you need me, I'll be cussing under my breath at Crossfit. Pray for me!
Until next time...
